I suppose I could show you the skeletons in my closet,
But please don't mind, they're a bit dusty.
They creak if you prod them too hard,
And they're kinda fragile.
To be honest, I'm not quite sure why I'd show them to you in the first place,
Except maybe to see the look on your face when I finally show you the
Inky dark places, the old places, the worn places,
The cob-webbed places.
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